|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|tis encoded in the blood, dear jon!
captivating how strongly that blood stirs whenever revisiting
ancestral lands... for me, that would be providence, rhode
island & environs ;-)
a very fine write, poet!
peace & blessings,
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|wherein lays the haunt of a manís spirit?
granite and boundary trees expertly conceal
... oh yes... that which is Peter Pan or Phantom Eagle within us is not confined by material boundaries or natural camouflage. The deep which calls to deep is no respecter of mere physicalities or temporal timeframes. This diction seems quite arcane and further heightens the known-unknown intrigue and dalliance. xx
|Reviewed by jude forese
|syntax is excellent ... your placement of idea and image merge into a cleverly defined poem how your ancestral spirits permeate into the stature of who you are today and the ... time does have a way of concealing their presence except in the query of their successors hearts ...|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I find your words symbolic, evocative, and very meaningful, Jon. Thank you, dear friend. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|"Granite and boundary trees" may try to conceal the questions that haunt the human mind, but we have poetry such as yours to reveal them.
You create an intense atmosphere from the very first verse and it's like an inner landscape behind a thick veil of mystery. Interesting the way you leave the reader in the middle of the riddle. :)
|Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)
|You have traced the roots of your past with the verses of this excellent poem. May your pen live and live forever!|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!! VERY TALENTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Truly a succinct yet brilliantly detailed description Jon ~ you have woven together the real and the abstract with skillful intricacies!
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|Amazing! I had to read this over and over.
The detail is excellent . I love how only the flowers know the secret. And yet there is heaps more .
Wonderful work my friend.
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Very effective, there is so much within our grasp that our minds can partake, this is driven from within..wonderful work Jon~
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|The shadow of your ancestors casts long in the late sun of your life. Artful use of words. to describe clues to their existence.
I am scanning pictures from the time of my mother's birth. Fresh out of a log cabin, without electricity and no lawn, my grandparents' farm shows the scars of lumbering and wood-burning, while the surrey lies unused in favor of forever muddy Model Ts.
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|SOMETIMES...WE DON'T REALIZE THAT WE ARE DRIVEN BECAUSE THE 'FORCE' OF OUR LIVING HAS BECOME SO 'NORMAL' TO US. BUT, IN A WAY...I GUESS, IT'S GOOD TO GO ON 'REACHING' FOR MORE...IN THAT, AS A POET, ONE IS NEVER REALLY COMPLETELY 'SATISFIED' WITH ONE'S SELF. VERY WELL EXPRESSED AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Thank You ~*Jon*~ for Your driven Spirit!!!
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|Such a compact work, tight poetic drum
beating a poet's response to surroundings
that are personally meaningful and felt deep within;
this work could be several times its present length
but that's beside the point in effect for it
stands perfectly as it is.
Jon, My Friend - yes!
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|Mysteries of past and future, and the totality of it all in the brine of the universe. I wonder if that's why the wolf howls........ to the moon. A lovely pressed mix of flavours in words, as always Jon, Blessings! Jasmin Horst|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|The imagery so vivid I could smell mouldy walls mixed with the fragrance of roses...picking a lillies...haunting but not scary!!